Theneotheater​  /  Tinkerbell * !!

                    while feeling much more comfortable in the attire he came to ivywood in ( how he did, finn was still trying to figure out ), he knew it was best to blend. that was something finn was used to, having simply been a NUMBER once. though, that felt like forever ago now thankfully. dark gaze wandered over the different pieces, all the different fabrics. he pulled out a simple tee, wondering to himself if it was blast-proof when the other spoke. finn couldn’t help but grin, immediately more at ease. “really ?? cool.” with that he slung it over his arm, eyes moving between her and the clothing rack. “you’re good. if anything i need the help.” he admitted, a light laugh following his words. “i’ve never been all that good at this stuff.” he never had the privilege to be before.

waking up in a town where she had no idea who anyone was or how she got there was weird for the girl. she felt like singing a song about it, but she decided against it. this wasn’t glee club, although she wished it was. it didn’t take her long to use her resources and get a job at finder’s creepers, a thrift and consignment shop in the town. although she couldn’t leave and she had no idea how she got there, she got an ounce of happiness out of working there and going back to school. while at work, marley had been gawking from far away, unsure if she should walk up to the other and tell them that they would look great in the shirt that they were looking at in the thrift shop. finally, she shot her nerves down and basically strutted towards the other. “that would look so good on you!” marley spoke, a bit of enthusiasm in her voice before she realized. she felt like retreating. but she had already gotten herself into this mess. “i, uh… didn’t mean that in a creepy way, i’m— sorry.” ivywood was a place to find her inner lady gaga. she needed to be more.. out of her comfort shell.

She laughed at the stars, frightened but free, her terror as sharp as pain and as sweet as a ripe October apple, and when a light came on in an upstairs bedroom of the house this stone wall belonged to, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and fled off into the night, still laughing. — IT by Stephen King

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

“Isn’t that just our luck? Some mysterious thing coming after us in ways we can’t explain?” Pennywise was a mysterious thing that no one was able to explain, until the losers club had decided to take him on. “I don’t think it was IT either, but I also know don’t know what it could be. Like maybe it’s something similar to IT?” He commented, curious what she might think of that. “Honestly, I think that’s as close to the truth as it could be.” 

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                    “i just wanna know which one of us broke a mirror to give us such shit luck.” the attempt at jest was there, but didn’t quite meet the eyes. the idea of It or something else, possibly even worse made her nervous. bev sipped at her drink, giving herself a moment to think it over. it made sense. “there are other shit towns besides derry, places were awful things also happened. maybe this place is one of them.” it still felt like a stretch, bev remembered how derry’s stats were much higher than average. “i say it’s a good hunch, at least somewhere to start. did you guys — i mean did we, ever figure out what kinda thing It was ??”

“ She won very convincingly portraying herself as WEAK && HELPLESS so that she would be ignored. “      ~ IVYWOOD BALL OUTFIT  /  J.M.

edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom * !!

               Ben  couldn’t  help  the  blush  that  crept  onto  his  cheeks.  Jesus,  he  was  a  grown  man,  why  was  he  acting  like  this?  Because  it’s  Bev,  that’s  why.  “  If  it  makes  you  feel  any  better,  I’m  sure  you’re  a  more  tolerable  drunk  than  I  am.  ”  He  got  giggly  when  he  drank,  and  even  though  he  knew  that  Bev  had  seen  him  like  that  before,  something  about  her  seeing  him  like  that  still  made  him  nervous.  “  Well,  something  tells  me  that  this  isn’t  exactly  the  occasion  to  order  a  beer.  ”  He  chuckled  softly,  looking  toward  the  bar  and  shaking  his  head.  He'd  been  in  enough  formal  occasions  to  know  that.  “  Which  is  exactly  why  I’ve  learned  to  appreciate  a  good  whiskey.  ”

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                    "oh, i don’t know about that ben hanscom ; i can’t see you ever being even remotely intolerable.” how bev behaved while intoxicated depended much on the drink of choice && what happened that night, ranging from the silent overly-emotional type to the happy, affectionate type. ever unpredictable as always. the thought came to her without many other clues, but it felt right. she’d get a clue as to why later that evening. “— you could probably be drunk && still design the prettiest of buildings. architect, right ??” bev mused, only to soon chuckle along with him. “damn, just what i was about to order.” she jested, ordering her usual vodka && mixer — this time cranberry juice. “well, cheers. to you being fancy && us being tolerable drunks.”

And don’t ever forget, we’re losers, and we always will be.

grxngerdanger​  /  hermione granger * !!

“When did you get here, Luna?” Hermione asked genuinely. It seemed like their whole community was turning up and it had been quite the sight. But having Luna here felt like maybe things were normal again. Now the other’s just needed to show up. “Oh this? Thanks, I wore it for someone but I don’t know if it will end up panning out the way I’d hoped. We’ll have to see how things work out with him through the night.” She said and her smile got a little bigger as she moved her focus onto Luna more. “But you look amazing! I love that you are always just yourself. It’s such a nice relief to see you here in all of this chaos. But I know what you mean about it being home.” Hermione said with a nod. “Now if only everyone else could show up, right?”

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                    "about a month or two, give or take. you ??” truthfully the timing of it all was a bit  h a z y . sometimes it felt like she’d been here for years && other times like she just go here. but that’s how time worked right ?? years that, while in them, felt like they’d never end happened so quickly when looking back. at hermione’s words gaze turned genuinely a bit upset at her disappointment. “well if it means anything, they’re foolish to not appreciate it or you if that’s the case. && not to overstep — but i’d say always dress for yourself. you’ll look just as radiant, i promise.” they muttered off, though meant it. “being oneself always attracts the right people.” eventually, even if few && far between in some cases. luna’s smile warmed all the more at the compliment. “it would be nice to have a little reunion, wouldn’t it ?? it feels like it’s been forever. i couldn’t even tell you the last time we were all in one space.”

I’m not afraid of you!

fadedlustre​  /  mike hanlon * !!

it was weird. getting hugs from any of the losers was… it was an experience. he really hadn’t realised just how much he missed his friends over the last few years even if apparently he’d seen them until they all came back. he laughed at her comment, although it was a surprise. did… was bev affected like he was? “i’ve been good,” he replied, shaking his head as he took a step back and just took in the woman for a moment. “i mean, you know, aside from being dragged into another strange town and everything. how have you been?”

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                    bev’s smile faltered at his words. “bill mentioned popping up outta nowhere ; did that happen to you too ??” it was indescribable, how it felt to remember them && to have them here with her. but she didn’t want it if it meant this place was anything like derry. ivywood once felt like the HOME she never had. but now it’d be a lie to say she wasn’t worried. regardless, a grin once again tugged at her lips. “i’ve been alright. managed to miraculously make it through school && have been trying this fashion thing out.” eyes bright, brow arched at a thought. “drinks to celebrate ?? besides i wanna hear everything. how’s the farm ?? && florida, right ?? please tell me you went somehow, someway.”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Bill looked at her at little confused before responding. “What do I mean about the town? I mean, all these people randomly popped up here, including us. I don’t understand how these people just showed up. Like, it doesn’t make sense unless you want to believe in the idea of a parallel universe or something.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders as he thought about it more. “It’s not bad, but I don’t trust.” He continued. “They’ll catch us soon enough, unless we all stay apart. No groups bigger than three. Then it’ll be harder for them to find us within the crowd.” 

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                    “wait—” a pause as gaze lingered, attempting to decipher it all. “you’re serious ??” if it were anyone else but one of the losers beverly wouldn’t believe it. but they had gone through so much in that summer, have seen inexplicable things. she didn’t doubt bill’s words. “i wouldn’t say anything is impossible anymore, unfortunately.” she muttered, lips pursed in thought as she tried to understand. “but we still have some TIME. before — you know. && we’re not in derry. It can’t leave.” hopefully. even in the midst of confusion there was comfort in the jests, smile once again crossing her lips. “good plan, big bill. we can create new identities, give ourselves whole new backstories so they’ll never guess such losers are crashing their party. it’d be like we were never here.”